mural by LAPIZT♡LA
truth be said
Multicultural LA
two bloods in a pod
spread the WLS
thanks, Toots
dear Reina Señora de Los Ángeles
thank you for the myriad places
that sprang forth from your womb
beautiful whore open to all
from east north west south
thank you for your alleys overgrown with trash
and dirty smoky bars that only take cold cash
thank you for the pruned faced
multinational hookers
who tuck until they’re blue
and thanks for Hillel’s guitar
and X and punk rock hungry bands
i love to look at my reflection
in the puddles of the damned
and thank you for letting me slip away
from La Chata and La Sad Girl at Lil Chuy’s wake
thank you for the tacos sushi and McRib
colonics pilates and knock off designer shoes
and the beggar at every freeway exit
who cleans my windshields with his shame
thank you for the Salvadoran Iranian and Korean
who managed to call the fire men
to save the homeless Viet Nam veteran
while the GOP and DNC
squabble over shit
my Queen misguided angels by your feet
thank you for my complexity
for surviving my last fix
i appreciate you looking over me
thank you for the high end malls
fake nails lip fillers fat cell freezers
and my beloved 99 cent stores
the beaches and the valleys
the mountains and the roads
and for all the hardened gutters
you softened for me to sleep in
the soul we are your people
good bad papered or unwrapped
we are all your seeking children
but i’m your only brat
spread the WLS
more acid than deoxyribonucleic
where did the blue birds go across the fields salty and gray the dream doesn’t end in it are old poles if you put your ear close enough you can hear the screams of time and perhaps a feather and a sliver of grace caught between the splinters in the east rusty dust rises from the Virginias i sense that my feet were black made so by the Greatness of my Sky Master but more because my great pawpaw owed his liver to the company store where can i find the mercury in my eyes shine into the night late strolling on Fairfax no sales on the Sabbath ill take the bagel extra cream cheese but can i pass on the smoked fish at the bus top where i like to sit Jimmy Kimmel on the script while me and furloughed Gabriel with the shiny twilight wings sit across the street and watch the ghouls worship the place where Tate Folger supped their last and watch the men of Sharrei Tefila pray and dance around in circles of the gates my Thai iced tea has become watery continental long necked girl all round dumb mouths talk at you about the triple X vegan doner kebob so just sit and fly watch it go by fire by night but where
SoCS badge by Pamela, at https://achronicalofhope.com/
spread the WLS
LA girls can channel A. Ginsberg too
their bodies as tired as my mind are a
conglomerate of recycler rim shop churches and everything is gated and stifled as the spirit of the child i’m looking for chain link fences rent free beautification of Western Avenue top $ cash paid open we buy metal Medicare Part D appears almost as much as “Jesus Saves” i’m in on all of these treasures that no one takes the time to look at i still cannot find my girl i always stop at 13 seconds i ask
Iglesia cristiana el remanente fiel testimonial Cathedral and Christian school Church of God in Christ iglesia pentecostés primer amor next to the color TV by RCA motel that is open 24 hours Sermon on the Mount Bronco motel on the corner of Western and 55th United African church marked up by the 55 kids crew and all the horny husbands whose wives are left alone demand a price menu for my most exquisite lips
night flows cold nerves exploded at the tips Chinese laundry out to dry the sky the stars turn off one by one and birds are sinking under mud blue gods of the century turn west and all along the mountain lightning stops to cry the purple mud dies
on the day of war
maroon worms climb up
no legions loom
and the resurrection
is postponed
because of my ignorance
